After a long walk or drive ‘The Warren House Inn’ in the middle of Dartmoor National Park is a welcome sight, and they serve a damn good pint too. They also claim that their fire has been burning (non-stop) since 1845. I don’t know how true that is but it was definitely smouldering nicely when I dropped by. Visit them on a sunny day and the picture above is the sort of view you’ll get from the benches on the other side of the road while you down your drink. Lovely!
Sometimes the focus remains on the negative, no matter how lovely the surroundings or inspiring the view.
A young man once spoke sweet nothings to his sweetheart while leaning on this gate. They dreamed together in soft whispers, talking for hours about their future life and the possibility of happy times to come.
Although many years have come and gone since that moment, I can still see the smiles, the sparkling glances, and the tender touch of young love. It’s as if a glimpse of life was recorded in the wood and stone.
Do you see their ghosts too? Or do you see nothing but a simple gate?